Friday, March 16

We waited for david to shower off the pee, clean his bottom hole out, get dressed, and come down to the living room where Sue and I were waiting for him, having a bottle of wine and chatting. The Big Paddle lay ominously on the coffee table.

He looked positively darling in his white corset and pink panties, smelling scrubbed clean. I immediately got to my feet, picked up the Big Paddle, and dragged him by his arm to in front of the fireplace. Sue got to enjoy the show. I put my foot up on a piano bench I had previously put there and pulled david across my knee clamping him down with my arm across his back, my hand on his tummy.

Keeping his panties up for the time being, I rubbed the Big Paddle on his pantied cheeks and spoke. "So, this is my big macho husband is it? Isn't this just where it all started?" I asked him facetiously. Then, "six strokes," I said, pronouncing sentence, "just like I got."

I pulled the paddle up high and whacked it down low across both pantied butt cheeks.

"YOWWWW!" he screeched. That Big Paddle can do a number on a hubby that's a little too big for his britches.

I rubbed the paddle on his near cheek while whispering to him, "do you feel how hard I am for you, baby?" Adam, my big dildo, was strapped on and tucked away inside my jeans, hard and ready to go. It was a reminder to my little wife of what the evening still had in store for her. Clearly her "man" was excited putting her on show like this and spanking his woman's little ass in public.

I pulled the Big Paddle back and smacked it squarely on that near cheek.

"OWWWWW!" he yelled.

I repeated, angling the paddle so that it impacted more on his far cheek, with the same predictable results.

"OUCHYYYY!!!!"

It was only three so far, but the Big Paddle works wonders even in small numbers when swung with intention.

"Sue, would you please pull her panties down for the next three?" I asked sweetly of my sister. Sue came over as I held him there and lowered his panties down to just beneath his cheeks. They were already blushing quite red!

"Hey," he complained, "I never bared your butt!"

"Well you were thinking of it. Imagine that, thinking of baring my butt in front of my whole family. You should be ashamed of yourself. For those thoughts you're getting the last three right on the bare, right in front of Sue. Be grateful it's only in front of Sue."

I pulled back the paddle again and angled the paddle to catch more far cheek than near.

"AHHHHHH!" he yelled.

I rubbed the paddle around his low ass cheeks. "Hardest one yet," I promised.

"noooooo...." he pleaded, but to no avail.

I raised the paddle high and put all my force into an epic spank low across both his cheeks.

"ARGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" he yelled out, in real pain.

After only six spanks his ass was already bright red with pale white circles in the center of each cheek and purpled bruising already starting out around the edges.

I rubbed the paddle on his tortured cheeks and asked him "who's the man of the house, david?"

"You are Ma'am! You are!" he answered.

"And who's the little woman?" I continued.

"I am Ma'am!" he said.

"What are you?"

"I'm the woman Ma'am! I'm the little woman!" he said, desperate to avoid even one more spank from that paddle. That didn't take too long!

"And what happens to women in this household?" I asked him.

"They get spanked, Ma'am."

"What else?"

"They do the housework, Ma'am, All the housework!"

"What else?" I asked, sounding more impatient.

He hesitated and then said, "they get fucked, Ma'am!"

"Where?"

"In the mouth..."

"Where Else?" I asked, annoyed.

"in the ass..." he said, sounding defeated.

"Very good," I said, "and do they get fucked like that in the privacy of the bedroom, or out in the living room where their sister-in-law can watch?"

"in the privacy of their bedroom, please, ma'am..." I think he was saying this to be provocative. But if it wasn't this, I would have found some other excuse.

I pushed him off my knee, sat on the bench, and dragged him across my lap. I pulled his panties right down to his knees. I picked up the hairbrush that I had earlier placed just there on the floor.

"That was the wrong answer, young lady! And it was insulting to my sister! No! You keep quiet. I'm going to give you a very strict spanking now, the kind of spanking which is the only thing women like you seem to understand, and then I will ask that same question again and I had better get a better answer. Am I understood?"

"Yes Ma'am!" he yelled out.

I pulled him closer onto me, making sure he could feel the hard bulge of my cock against him. Our swords were definitely crossing. I started spanking his already sore cheeks with the hairbrush. I confined my spanks to his lower spank spots that were already severely marked from the Big Paddle. Despite his earlier paddling, I did not spare him the wood in the least, and quickly had him kicking and howling across my knee.

It felt very good! I carried on his spanking for a good hundred whacks.

I let him up off my knee and then had him kneel up on the ground facing me, panties at half mast, penis apparently also.

"One more time. Tonight are you going to receive your oral and anal intercourse in the privacy of our bedroom, just the two of us, or down here in the living room where your sister-in-law can see what a little sissy slut you are?"

"Here in the living room, Ma'am!" he answered desperately, and correctly this time. The power of a wife's well-wielded hairbrush on full display.

I unfastened my belt,
unclasped my jeans, unzipped them, and pulled them down a little in
front. I fished into my pants and pulled out Adam. "Suck it." I told him. He started in, sucking it less than enthusiastically I thought.

I kept him at it.

"Good little cocksucker," said Sue encouragingly. He picked up the pace a little.

I grabbed the back of his head and began taking over, pushing Adam deeper and deeper down his throat. "Take it!" I warned him when he seemed to be balking at it. These bitches get out of training so fast if you don't feed them a steady diet of hard cock. I kept him at it for a good long time to teach him his place. His eyes were half closed, he was salivating freely, making funny gurgling noises down his throat, and gagging regularly. He had difficulty getting a breath in edgewise. I would let him up every now and then for a deep breath and then pull him back down on the cock while he was still inhaling, keeping him in a little state of desperation the whole time. "Take it you little cocksucking bitch!" I told him as I skull fucked him. Finally, after a very long and thoroughly demeaning display of his womanly cocksucking skills, I decided to let him loose.

Now it was time to stretch his anus. I walked over to the side table and got the butt plug and the lube. "Bend over, ass up," I told him. "Spread your cheeks." He knelt on the floor with his head down and his two arms reaching back so that his hands could prise his wrecked ass cheeks apart. "What do you think, Sue?" I asked my sister for her input.

I lube his ass and the plug and push it gently home. I love how initially his asshole is so tight, and then as I bump, bump, bump the plug against him it relaxes and starts opening up. Then some pressure and it stretches to accommodate the narrower part, but so tightly.

Then as I keep the pressure up it slowly, slowly opens up and then all of a sudden gapes open and sucks the plug right in to the hilt! His sister-in-law had a lovely "bird's eye view" of the entire humiliating procedure and clapped in glee as it got fully sucked in as david gave a sharp gasp.

I left him on his knees still holding his cheeks apart but now with his big black butt plug well-lodged, and stepped back to where Sue was to admire the view.

"What do you think now?" I asked her.

She answered, quite nonchalantly, "I think you're going to destroy that ass with your strap-on, and that I'll be watching every last thrust!"

"oooh..." groaned david in humiliation.

When you are lucky enough to have another woman present for your husband's humbling, it's important to reach out to her frequently to get her interacting rather than silently watching. It much increases the fun and humiliation for him to be made so aware that another woman is watching and judging his "manliness", or in this case the lack of it.

I had him stand and pull his panties back up.

I took him over to the kitchen island and had him sit up on the high stool. This of course drove the large butt plug deeper still into his rectum. He groaned as he settled his weight. I put a pad of paper and a pen in front of him and told him, "write out 100 times,Julie is the man of the house. I am the woman and will be treated accordingly.Julie is the man of the house. I am the woman and will be treated accordingly.Julie is the man of the house. I am the woman and will be treated accordingly.Julie is the man of the house. I am the woman and will be treated accordingly.Julie is the man of the house. I am the woman and will be treated accordingly....

He likes playing the "man of the house" and spanking and fucking "his woman" as he pleases. Let's see how he likes it. That was my plan for the whole evening. Not to say "women are superior", but rather to acknowledge the traditional status quo, that the man of the house is in charge, only make sure he understands that he "blew it" as a man (not really) and from now on the roles are reversed. I think it's more humiliating for him that way, having to fully contemplate his lost manhood.

My ulterior motive was making sure that his asshole was very well stretched before his fucking. He would be receiving Adam, and he needs to be properly prepared for that anal intrusion so that he can be fucked to the max. I fully intended on wringing him out to the greatest possible extent in front of my sister. I wanted him moaning like a little bitch and begging for his fucking to be over.

Oh Yes!

david finished his lines and called out to me. I told him he may get off his stool and come show Sue his lines. He came into the living room, still all dolled up in his panties and white corset with his D-cups on display, and handed his lines to Sue for inspection. She counted them and declared them adequate, if not a bit sloppy on the penmanship.

I told him that his initial refusal to allow Sue to watch him receive sex was very rude to her, and that Sue would spank him across her knee. But first he needed some corner time to think about it. I took him to the wall. I had his blue dildo ready nearby and inserted it into his mouth. I then made him hold the base of the dildo against the wall with only his lips (no teeth!).

I stood behind him and placed his hands on top of his head and lowered his panties to just beneath his beaten bum cheeks so that his butt plug was visible and left him there like that, in full view of us, as we served ourselves some more wine and continued chatting.

Holding a dildo like this against the wall with only the big-O of his lips is a difficult timeout to get through. He makes it easier on his mouth and lips by pushing the dildo further down his throat, but then it's very hard to recover from that without hands, so he winds up making deep oral love to his dildo all by himself. In fact, we could hear strained breathing and little gurgles from him as the time went on.

When we polished off the bottle it was time for his spanking from his sister-in-law (!). Sue picked up the hairbrush and took her place on the low bench. I collected david from the wall, removed the dildo from his mouth and conducted him over to Sue where he draped himself across her lap. Sue wasted no time in pulling his already lowered panties right down to his ankles. She started rubbing the wood on his cheeks while she manipulated the butt plug with her free hand. She started giving him a little fucking with his plug (who can resist in that situation?). She scolded him for trying to get away with her not seeing him fucked in the ass by me. She pushed the plug upwards a bit and started in on spanking his lower spank spots, alternating sides. I noticed she did not go too terribly hard on him, as his ass was already quite a mess, but she counted out his full measure of one hundred that we had agreed upon and did have him squirming hard, kicking his legs, and vocalizing his distress over the hairbrushing.

Sue put the brush down and made him spread his legs. She reached under and pulled out his cock and balls, making him clamp them between his legs. She started stroking them and asked if he pleasured me at all during my spankings (!!!).

"A bit Ma'am..." he said.

"Only a bit?" she sounded disappointed.

Sue spat on his cock and balls and began massaging her spit into them with her spanking hand while manipulating the plug with her other hand. david moaned in pleasure. This was not the first hand job my sister has given my husband, but it was the first spit-based one! And it was not something we had agreed upon in advance. Oh well. good for him!

"Your wife can cum while across my knee. Can you?" she asked him innocently.

Oh how blushy that she referred back to that!

"Yes Ma'am," said david.

"Would you like to cum?" she asked.

"Oh Yes Ma'am, yes please!" he pleaded.

"Do you deserve to cum?" she asked

"Yes Ma'am?" he said, sounding a little more uncertain.

She smacked his cocktip with her fingertips.

"You do not," she said. "I want you hot and horny for the man of the house during your sex show. If you're a good little girl, and participate enthusiastically during sex with your man, and I mean really over the top enthusiastically, then you will get a very special one-time-only treat from me."

I did not know what she was talking about. Neither did david. This HAD NOT been planned in advance. But both of our imaginations ran wild. I didn't know how much of a "treat" I even wanted my sister to give my man!

Sue let him up. His cock was hard, wet, gleaming, and twitchy from her handy attention. I dropped my jeans, lowered my panties to the extent I could with the harness on, and bent over.

"Ooh la la," said Sue, referring to my ass. "Allow me," she said as she came over and held my cheeks apart. "Go on, lick it," said Sue (we had discussed this part in advance). david's tongue got busy licking, sucking, and fucking my rosebud. I felt a delightful hot flash or two as david licked me there while I felt Sue's hands on my ass, pulling me apart for him. As agreed in advance, Sue really egged him on, giving detailed instructions on how he should lick my rosebud. As in up and down, or side to side, or around and around, or to to push it in deep as he could and wiggle it around up there. It was a bit of a submissive thing for me, having Sue order my husband to lick my asshole as she scrutinized his every move. I knew it would be when we arranged it, and Sue must have as well. In fact, I had let her in on every demeaning sexual act david made me perform on him that Sunday evening. She knew that I had been in his position only a few weeks earlier, thoroughly eating out his asshole! Very... exposing for a girl!

I finally and reluctantly called a stop to it. He still needed an epic ass fucking, and I needed to get back into my Dominant mode for that!

I pulled my panties back up into place, removed my jeans and made david bend over, bracing himself with his elbows on the low stool. I placed a bathroom towel down on the floor under his ass and had the paper towels nearby. I removed his butt plug which came out clean. I wrapped the plug in the paper towels and set it aside for him to clean later. His hole gaped for me.

"Not so tight anymore, is it?" I asked my sister.

"Not tight at all anymore," she agreed, and walked over and prised his cheeks wide open for his penetration.

I lubed his stretched open asshole and my dildo then walked up to him and touched the tip to his anus. At this point Sue was still holding his cheeks apart for me. It made it easier for me to steer. I sort of slowly but relentlessly pushed the dildo in.

It was relatively easy, even with Adam, given how much his asshole was already stretched. He still complained a little as it went in, but I did not listen. Adam is thick and long, and the inner parts of his ass had not been as well stretched as the opening. They would be soon.

I grabbed onto his hips and started fucking him in the ass. I fucked him progressively harder and harder. Payback is a bitch! I suggested to Sue that she grab the other dildo and face fuck him with it. She did not need to be told twice!

"Like a pornstar, david..." reminded Sue.

To our surprise and delight, he made a show of moaning and of pushing back and twizzling his ass on my cock as he bobbed his head on Sue's dildo and sucked it passionately.

Sue pulled out the dildo from his mouth and said, "tell your man how much you want it!"

He was positively begging for the cock! Such a shameless slut. I obliged him in spades. Ask and ye shall receive. I really started slamming into his ass. Jack-hammering his little bitch slut ass. I think Sue's mystery promise egged him on considerably, though I started to see the logic in the promise now. How much he was demeaning himself for his unknown "treat" from her!

I like ending his fucking with a simulated symbolic sperming up his ass. I grabbed his hips and spasmed hard and deep three or four times "faking" my male orgasm deeply in his ass.

I pulled out and to everybody's relief he was quite clean. The diapers were at the ready, but not needed (he had done a quick self-administered enema I later learnt). I cleaned up the lube with a paper towel and declared the tables properly turned.

david agreed and thanked me for restoring the proper balance (his words!). He looked totally wrung out and spent. "Ride 'em hard and put 'em away wet" is my motto when it comes to man-fucking!

"So, was she a good girl," I asked Sue, tussling david's hair, "and if so, what exactly is her treat?" I was curious.

"She was a very good girl," Sue answered. As she said this she flipped her long hair behind her head and tied it back into a pony tail with a scrunchy she had produced as if by magic. "Sit down on the couch," she told him nonchalantly.

Oh hells no!

david looked at me guiltily, then picked up the towel from his fucking station and spread it clean side down on the couch. At least he was looking after my furniture! He sat down on the couch. His penis was by now only half-limp (he always completely limpens during a severe ass fucking). Sue told him to spread his legs.

No... she wouldn't... she doesn't "like men" that way...

She then got down on her knees in front of david as if it was nothing, and said self-consciously "I'm a bit out of practise..."

Was I going to stop her? Who told her she could do that?!? She should have at least checked with me in advance! I might have said no, I don't even know. But I guess I'd been guilty in the past of pushing boundaries without her advance permission... She clearly intended to take my man's penis into her mouth and suck him off. Without any permission!

Then... she just did it...

She sucked and slurped, and when he was hard enough she started bobbing up and down on his cock. She definitely seemed to be knowing what she was about.

"Mmm oosed to beee gud," said Sue, meaning "I used to be good" referring to the last time she did this to a man. In fact, she used to be more than good, legend has it. In high school she told me that most of her dates ended with a handjob if she didn't like the guy, and a blowjob if she did! I once asked her if she knew she was lesbian even then. She said she suspected she was. I asked her how handjobs and blowjobs with guys made her feel. She said she enjoyed giving them, as it was a sort of skill and the boys left happy, but it never turned her on tremendously, and nothing the boys did to her turned her on, so it was better to just get it over with in a nice way for them. That was kind of the mitigating factor here. She was just stretching a muscle she had not stretched in a while?

"M...m...may I?" asked david as he tentatively reached out a hand to put on the top of her head.

"Umm Umm" said Sue, that we both interpreted as a "yes" from her.

"Why not. Go ahead," I added. "What do I have to say about anything," sounding maybe just a touch peeved.

david nonetheless reached both hands out and touched her hair. He said afterwards he felt guilty doing that, as it is much more intimate (according to him) and much sexier as a result. As Sue's head bobbed up and down, together with my husband's hands on my sister's head, it was hard to see who was leading and who was following. Perhaps neither.

I was dumbfounded this entire time. Still processing it. I did not have much time, though, because it did not take much time.

"Please Sue," said david, "I'm close. If you don't stop, I'll cum in your mouth!" What a gentleman.

"Ah ha," said Sue, continuing his blowjob and inviting it!

david clamped down harder on her head and started bucking his hips and then came into her mouth!!!

Sue swallowed it and then licked off his cock and swallowed that as well! She stood up and asked me, "have you got a napkin, or something?" as if nothing had happened!

Still in a bit of a daze, I went to get her a paper napkin from the kitchen. She used it to wipe off her mouth and lips.

"Thanks, that was fun," she said. "Oh my gosh, look at the time, I have to be going."

"Ah excuse me," I said, "but what just happened???"

"I think it's called a blowjob," she answered. "Any complaints, little sister?" she asked, staring me straight in the eye.

I looked at her, gulped, and thought about it. The way she said "little sister". It made my butt (and pussy!) tingle. Thoughts of the wooden spoon, her tweed slacks, and a humiliated little sister danced in my head.

"no..." I said in a small voice.

"And?" she prompted.

"and thank you for taking care of that..."

"You're very welcome."

She went over to david, bent down and gave him a kiss on his cheek and said, "I haven't done that for a long time."

"Thank you," he said. "Unexpected treat..."

She then gave me a hug and whispered in my ear "you have a cute ass and a very nice husband. We'll talk later."

Sunday, March 11

Have no fears fans of STRICT Julie. Balance has been restored in a very powerful way. Poor david was forced to endure a pissing on while my sister watched!

From my previous blog entry A Detailed Analysis of my Spanking you know that I have been allowing my husband to "have his way" with me for the past several weeks. This has involved all manner of impact play (my poor bum and tits!), demeaning sex (my poor mouth, pussy, and especially asshole!!), and, worst of all, HOUSEWORK (with spanking punishments for any perceived shortcomings)!!! Time to put a stop to that!

It all started with a jokey sort of public spanking in front of my family (Julie Spanked in Front of Family... For Real!!!) which put me into a heavily submissive mindset that lasted several weeks. My big sister Sue was there to see my humiliating comeuppance in front of the family. A number of readers were concerned that she would punish me for such a wanton display. As it turns out she laughed her head off and loved the enlivening of our usual staid Sunday family dinner. She especially enjoyed the thought that I would get the bare-bottomed spanking of my life (she guessed it) as soon as hubby got me home.

Sue has recently had the experience of spanking my bare breasts and bottom as well and witnessing the humiliating spectacle of me getting off during it by humping her slacks (Spanked by my Sister). After that spanking she very naughtily sentenced me to receive anal intercourse from my husband until completion under threat of another hard spanking (what kind of a thing is that for a girl to sentence another girl to, sisters no less???). Mercifully, she did not stay to observe, but took my word for it that I got my asshole properly stretched, repeatedly penetrated, and then thoroughly spermed by my ever-so-eager husband.

The family dinner spanking came as a surprise to Sue, and as she says, a delightful one. She enjoyed witnessing it and everybody's reactions to it. She was most surprised by my Dad egging david on and afterwards Dad teasing me about my sore cheeks. Mom was uncharacteristically demure during it all. Sue and I are speculating that Mom and Dad are secret spankos and that Mom might have suffered a trip over Dad's knee herself in reaction to the sexy events involving his (dare I say it) cute'ish daughter!

I told Sue about how I have been enjoying my extended trip to the bottom by my very masterful husband, but we both agreed that the tables needed to be turned. I asked her to help, and we together plotted his demise. She was in on every detail in advance. I thought that the bigger they are, the harder they fall, and so I put up with a couple of extra weeks of bottoming until we could get together for the epic table turning.

This has got to stop!

I arranged so that Sue arrived on Saturday when david was out at the gym. When he got back, us ladies were sitting there waiting for him. He waits to shower until he gets home, so he was a bit sweaty, but we did not let him go get his shower quite yet.

Sue started in on him: "So david, I hear you've been abusing my little sister terribly for several weeks now. Is that so?"

He responded along the lines that it was so, and that he found it to be highly unusual and quite exciting.

Sue asked me, "and what do you think of that Julie?"

I answered, "I was scratching an itch, but I think it's time to turn the tables back now. Any objections, sweety?" I asked my husband.

"No Ma'am," he replied enthusiastically. I think my boy enjoys being bottomed by two good looking sisters!

"I'm going to have to make a statement, david," I went on, "to really get things turned around. Will you obey me, no matter what?"

"Yes ma'am," he said, a bit breathlessly.

"We'll see. Come on then," I said. Sue, david, and I all went upstairs to the master bedroom and from there the ensuite bathroom.

I told him to undress while we watched. I never get over the little twinge from having my man naked, under my orders, while my fully dressed sister looks on. I told him to get into the tub and to lie down on his back for his shower. He was still clueless. This is not something we do.

"Aren't you going to turn the water on?" asked Sue, innocently (she was in on it so it was a facetious question).

"It's not that kind of shower," I told her. I took off my shoes, socks, jeans, and panties. I kept my blouse on. I was feeling a little self-conscious with Sue standing there, smiling, but nothing she has not seen before on her adult sister! I stepped into the tub near his head, facing him, and squatted down so that my pussy was on his face. "Start licking," I told him.

"what, with Sue here?" he asked, surprised.

Sue has never observed us having sexual relations like this before. But I knew she was open to it (I think she is open to anything fun!). I had discussed it with her in advance. In fact, when I suggested a golden shower for him, she was the one who suggested it should happen while he was licking me!

"Obey!" is all I said (hee hee).

He dutifully begins licking and lapping at my pussy.

"Stick you tongue up my cunt and keep your mouth open," I told him.

"I heard a little groan from him. He might have been beginning to suspect what was about to happen to him!

It's feeling very nice, but I needed to concentrate. I had prepared in advance with a lot of water, and I already had a quite uncomfortably full bladder. I simply allowed myself to relax and let loose a gushing torrent into his mouth and onto his face.

"no!" he said, spluttering beneath me.

"Keep it open! Keep licking!" I told him.

"no... no... please..." he said as the gushing urine went all over his mouth, nose, eyes, cheeks, into his hair, pooled under his head and flowed down the tub towards the drain, coating the entire backside of his body as it went.

"Open!" I told him, and he opened his mouth widely. I directed the stream right into his mouth, and it filled up instantly. "Swallow it!" I commanded him. He actually swallowed it down as the pee kept gushing onto his face! Ewwwww!

The stream started dribbling to an end and was then finished. It was a healthy pee!

"Swallow it, don't spit," I told him when he looked like he was wondering what to do with the urine in his mouth. He had already swallowed a boatload, I don't know what his problem was now.

I gingerly stood up. I had been squatting on my toes with me feet to the farthest possible sides of the tub. I spun and sat on the side of the tub with my feet up on the other hand. I asked Sue to hand me the spritzer wand and turn on the water. I pointed it away myself as she got the temperate right (poor david got to experience ice cold followed by burning hot, followed by just right. Ha ha!). I used the wand on my feet and toes, cleaning off any stray piss that might have gotten on me. Then I pointed it at david and spritzed him and the tub down. I stood on either side of his head and spritzed off my legs and pussy, allowing the water to drain onto him. I left him in the tub and told him to clean off with soap, as he smelled like piss.

I dried myself off and gathered my clothes, and Sue and I left the bathroom together.

Golden Showers. I can see the attraction! Such a power trip for me. And the combination of pussy play with peeing is powerfully sexual. I cannot imagine a more humiliating thing for a "man" to be subjected to then being pissed on by his woman. Wait, yes I can, that happening while his sister-in-law watches!

I was a little embarrassed at first to be doing that in front of my sister. Getting naked from the waist down, squatting on his face, having him lick my pussy, and then peeing in front of her. But as it went on I lost all sense of shame, and just enjoyed that she was watching and deepening david's submissive experience exponentially.

Sue and I discussed what had just transpired as I laid out david's outfit for him. She clearly had fun watching that! Long and short, we both agreed that we were already dealing with a very well humbled hubby.

The next stage of his humbling was to be a repeat performance of family dinner, with him as the hapless victim. In the living room, with him en femme and me in my manly jeans with a bog cock in my pants. I would pull him towards the fireplace, put a knee up, and bend him over my leg. He would feel my erection as I felt his. I would then give him six solid whacks. The first three across the seat of his panties, the last three after Sue lowers his panties for him. Except I would be using an implement, not just my bare hand.

After that we would emulate what happened after we got home. He would receive two very stern spankings, one from me and one from Sue, with corner time in between.

The evening would end with him being on the receiving end of the same types of degrading sexual acts that I was forced to perform on him, except Sue would stay and would be allowed to witness his shaming. While a pussy fucking would not be possible due to his male inadequacies, he could certainly give deep oral sex, could thoroughly lick out my asshole, and be very well fucked up his behind.

This was his outfit for the remainder of the evening.

A nice tight corset with his D-cups filled out with silicone breast forms, and his pink lacy polka-dotty panties. Instead of bending him over in the living room and using my bare hand on him, I would bend him over and equalize using Paddle Daddy's big paddle. I happen to know that this paddle can do a heck of a lot of damage with very few light swings!

Imagine if delivered full force by an "angry" wife to her husband's scantily pantied and then bared behind?

I put my panties back on and then got my strap-on harness with my larger "Adam" dildo. Sue helped me to get it on over my panties. OMG! I then pulled on my jeans and actually managed to do them up. Quite a noticeable bulge, though. I gathered up some lube and a towel and a butt plug for him (I don't like going in "cold" with Adam).

On the way out I yelled to david, who had done showering but was still in the bathroom.

"We laid out your outfit on the bed. Get into it and then come down to the living room. Make sure your asshole is nice and cleaned out for what you have coming, missy! It'll be hard and deep, and Sue will be witnessing. But if there's any mess, I'll clean you up in front of Sue and put you in a diaper for the weekend. And if I have to do that, it's the strap at bedtime during your diaper changing. Then you can expect to be crying yourself to sleep in your fresh tight diaper. Understood?"

Oh My Gosh that felt sooo good! Back in the saddle, Strict Julie!

"yes ma'am," he said sheepishly from inside the bathroom.

"Take your time," I said, "enema bag's in the high right cabinet if you feel you need it."

"yes ma'am, thank you ma'am," said david.

On the way out Sue yelled out, "see you downstairs, piss boy. Better have a clean ass."

Sunday, March 4

It's been a couple of weeks now since my experience that I detailed in Julie Spanked in Front of Family... For real!!! I have been receiving some wonderful correspondence by email. A nice long and detailed analysis from my friend Brett that I will share here, and another from a new pen pal (a woman!) who scolds me wonderfully. I am awaiting her next installment and then her permission to publish.

For these last two weeks I have been more submissive than usual, and David more dominant. He has been routinely "having his way with me" in bed. For instance, this morning he turned me onto my side away from him, bent me over with one hand on my hip and his other at the back of my neck, lubed me with his spit, stuck his hard cock into my pussy, and fucked me to (his) completion! Just like that. Wham Bam, not even a thank you, Ma'am! When he was done he pulled out, gave me a hard smack on my ass, and told me to fix him bacon and eggs! Moreover, in the past two weeks I've been spanked three times with his bare hand, once with the hairbrush, and once I had to bend over for his belt (it made my heart flutter as he slowly pulled it out of his belt loops). When I asked him why I was being punished he just said because I'm a woman and I needed it. I've been made to give head (and swallow when he chooses to cum in my mouth), and fucked in the ass again. I'm 'kinda enjoying it.

lill jo roused himself and drew me an apropros image.

It's an image of me trying to decide if I want to be dominant or submissive. He has me looking over to the subby side, I see. I am feeling the dominess grow in me, but we shall see.

Meanwhile, Brett contributed to keeping me in my subby headspace with his letters to me analyzing my scene two weeks ago, that I here reproduce with my comments added in red.

Hi Julie,

I've been thinking about your family spectacle, but with little time to write.

First,
I like the dress you wore. Very classy and mature... and sexy without
trying too hard to be. It really emphasized that you are a woman, not a
little girl. You are a woman who is punished like a little girl, and
that makes a significant difference in the meaning of all this. You love
the humiliation inherent in a big boy being treated like a little girl.
Big girls can suffer a similar downfall. And your "big bottom." I know
you want more of a teenage bottom, or more athletic. I like that look
probably as much as you do, but you have an attractive figure I like for
a woman. Not everyone is an athlete. Teenagers are as cute as they can
be, but I love that they grow up to be women. I wish you were completely
satisfied with your lovely bottom, but you like what you like.

As usual, Brett hits the nail on the head. That was a work dress I wore. A Big Girl dress. But then I behaved like a naughty child, and was treated like one.

You
were totally bare under that dress...! ? ! ? That was, to say the
least, unexpected. Bare breasts. Bare bottom. Bare legs. Bare pussy! To
visit your family for Sunday dinner. Your parents. Siblings. In-laws.
NEPHEWS. I don't think I'm a prude but, if I was your husband, soon as
we were home you would have gotten the spanking of your life just for
that. If you were attempting to be a bad girl, Miss Julie, mission
accomplished. :)

Yes, that felt extremely naughty throughout the evening. Honestly, in retrospect, I wanted that dress flipped up to create a scandal...

What you described as the setting struck me as
so nicely middle-class white-collar, traditional yet urbane
suburbia---whether that's accurate or not. In other words, your family
comes across as modern, educated and refined, but also a wide range of
personalities. This IS about your real family, so as a reader, to me
they're not mere props for the story. These are real vanilla people,
mostly, and no one but you and David had any expectation of what was
going to happen. And there you are bare as a baby under your
conservative blue dress. So ironic, so erotic, and the suspense was
palpable. You express the opinion that your nephews' lack of manners at
the dinner table are the result of a lack of parental discipline. Your
family too progressive? What will they think of wife-spanking?

Yup. I come for a very good, decent, middle class progressive family. What went wrong with me???

It
was interesting how you contrived the after-meal scene. You make
David's butt the topic of conversation, fondling him in front of your
Mom. Had you ever done anything like that before in that situation? I
don't know the context here, but I'll assume this isn't typical behavior
at a family gathering. So you're being impetuous? Just Julie being
Julie, but going too far this time? The BRAT inside takes over. Instead
of backing down, you swat his butt as hard as you can and take off
running. Giggle. Isn't she adorable? Such a naughty girl. I'd think you
were asking to be punished but, your family, except Sue, maybe doesn't
recognize the game. David asks if a discussion is needed. Ominous. Does
anyone recognize this as code for SPANKING?

Not typical, but I can be sometimes a bit of a "naughty brat" of the family. Definitely too far this time. I think the way David said it, everyone knew I would be at least in for a retaliatory swat!

"Boys!" said David. "Will you please bring your Aunt Julie to me."

I
can't help but think about me as one of the boys. At that age. I've
just watched this all unfolding at the family dinner. Starring Aunt
Julie... I never had an aunt like this. I have little doubt that Aunt
Julie would have played a role in my fevered adolescent mind. Nuclear
family... I really didn't cross that line. Even my brother's girlfriends
were off limits as objects of sexual desire. That was just how my mind
worked. My mother's or father's 30-something sister would have been
different somehow. Even as a young child, I was "attracted" to adult
women, and that attraction became more unambiguously sexual after I hit
puberty. Aunt Julie would have filled two erotic roles for me, as a
female with all the mysterious sexual charms of a woman just beyond my
comprehension, and so much older and more mature, a possible authority
figure. Would I have masturbated to visions of her in her skimpy bathing
suit? My aunt? Only a very bad boy would do that, right?

Yes, the fact that they may indeed be "very bad boys" thinking of me turns me on in an extremely guilt-inducing manner. Mind you, I think those boys should get to have a little sexy fun at my expense. Create memories for life I imagine.

So you
just smacked David on the butt. Really hard! My teenage mind is now in
overdrive. The idea of Aunt Julie spanking anyone is boner-inducing
enough. That's just fantasy... or at least it was til now! Then I sense
the tension between my aunt and uncle. Is Uncle David threatening sexy
Aunt Julie with a.... no, a discussion can't mean THAT! Not Aunt Julie.
She is MUCH too old, and husbands don't do THAT to their wives. It's
just something you'd see when movies were black and white and people
were crazy, but don't think I haven't imagined Aunt Julie having her
woman's fanny tanned for showing off her body. I've been asked to help
bring her to Uncle David, like it's the movies again and she's been
bought at a slave auction, but I sit utterly frozen, a captive audience
to what is too fast becoming the unthinkable.

Yes, the "slave auction" has an undeniable appeal to me. Stripped bare and presented, going to the highest bidder, I am pretty enough to be a house sex slave, after my new master "tames" me of course.

Your heart was
beating hard. So bare under your dress. I'm still on the couch, my heart
and mind racing in time with yours. You don't have to warn me not to
dare, all I see is that you are in trouble. Dragged to the fireplace.
You look helpless in your feeble attempt to prevent it. I'm already
embarrassed for you, but my eyes are riveted to the action. Uncle is
stronger than Auntie. He's bending your body and also your will. I drink
it all in as you are literally being raised over his knee, a grown
woman dangling like a child. As a young nephew, would I have appreciated
how his palm cradled your tummy so close to your sex? I definitely
would have seen the significance in how your big bottom was presented to
the room.

Highly embarrassing in the moment, to be lifted up and feel my toes dragging on the ground, feeling my bottom being presented, worried that my dress is too shear when stretched out over my bare bottom, or tears under the strain, or is raised for my spank! An of course it is not at all lost on me that the "time-honoured" spanking position has massive sexual undertones for a woman thus prepared for a smacking. It is the same position as for a rear-entry fucking...

I'm still a nephew here. Uncle David could have just
given you a nice juicy smack on your raised behind, and it would have
been a night for the ages to me. I would have forever wanted to imagine
what might have been ...and what must happen when you're home and Uncle
can deal with you fully. However, you and David were not merely creating
a moment, you were putting on an entire show. "What do you think is the
proper punishment for a girl who..." he asked as you struggled and
kicked. The proper punishment for a girl! Those words tingle in my ear.
The idea is a boner maker. You certainly didn't want to answer the
question. "A firm talking to?" you suggested, which anyone should be
able to translate as, "Please don't let it be a spanking!"

My husband did use the word "punishment" which is so demeaning. Surely only children merit such punishment! I do believe everybody made the translation Brett suggests.

I was
curious how you would react to the situation of being bent for a spank
in front of your entire family. Once actually in that position, it would
not have surprised me if you had simply taken it without fuss, and then
played it off as a joke or as no big deal. But no. As David rubbed your
rounded bottom in everyone's view, you were not stepping out of
character. "Daddy! Help!" It's getting more and more like a 40's
Hollywood production when women were both under their husbands rule and
still Daddy's girl. Only Daddy can save you now. Not what you wanted,
but wouldn't that be sweet. Aunt Julie was going to get a spanking, but
Grandpa gave her a reprieve.

Honestly, I had not expected to ask my Dad for help, it just came out spur of the moment. I think I wanted to involve him more. To invite him in. He should have some fun with his middle daughter in this sexy, compromising position.

"Sir, may I? Just one good smack?"
So chivalrous. A genteel respect for your elders that your father
should decide. You dangle there helpless under the arm of traditional
domestic justice as Daddy passes sentence. What could he be thinking? Is
this inappropriate in his mind? His adult daughter. Does he even care?
Does he feel you DESERVE a spanking? Or... and your heart beats a little
faster... would he enjoy seeing his beautiful adult daughter spanked on
her upturned sexy ass?

Of course he would enjoy it! As I mentioned before in relation to my brother, what red-blooded male would not? But I was worried that for the sake of decorum he would gently, politely, but firmly put a stop to the shenanigans, which I would have thought to be in character for him.

I only have a vague impression of your
dad from your writings so, for what it's worth, I did NOT expect his answer. In so many
words, his message was clear. One smack not enough. Give her a proper
spanking. You certainly were not expecting it. Turned over your
husband's knee, now your whole world was turned upside down! One smack
is not a spanking, and that was critical to this stunt you were pulling.
This was supposed to be a hint. Let your family come to their own
conclusions. As I'm reading, I'm thinking of the indignation and
embarrassment exploding in your mind as you are faced with what you
actually deserve. A bad girl naked under her dress, in the middle of her
plot to shock the family at Sunday dinner, and she is about to get much
more than she bargained for...

Yes... I got a spanking...

So, what a scene! When I have some more time, I'd like to continue musing.

Hi Julie. I found time today for some more blathering. I hope you are doing well.

So where were we? Ah, yes, Miss Julie got a spanking in view of her family.

The entire family at proper Sunday
dinner. Mom was there. She should have turned you over her knee when
you were sixteen. Sue was there, but she already has a catalog of images
in her mind regarding a little sister's disgrace and humiliation. Your
younger sister did not want any part of your perverse comeuppance but,
like any innocent bystander in the wrong place at the wrong time, is
left with visions she must endure. The creepy brother-in-law enjoyed
your erotic ordeal a bit too much for your tummy to take. Teen nephews
all innocence and hormones, and then there was Daddy. You got a spanking
in front of your Daddy ... and he liked it.

That
is the truth. There are spankings, and then there are SPANKINGS! Of
course we can imagine a more lurid scene. Was your bottom bare, your
naughtiest bits exposed to the air? Your inflamed nether regions a
shining red beacon for all who were there? Was it what you got from Sue,
a protracted punishment to overwhelm you, to transform you? Imagine the
family as witness to a sorry kitten on the scratching post of her big
sister's knee?

OMG!!! Imagine Sue, "You call that a spanking? Mom, fetch me out the wooden spoon. David, take that dress off her and lay her here, over my knee. Let me demonstrate exactly what happens to my little sister when spanked hard straddling a knee. I've done it to her before. I know exactly how she'll react. She's such a slut!"

None of that. Yet it was a SPANKING! It could
have been so much less. I liked that, from David's first spank, he
targeted your sexy place. If there is one thing I'll find totally
disappointing about a spanking, it is a spanker who doesn't know where
to spank. Or they intentionally avoid going low because it's too close
to the sex. Get a clue. Spanking is sex, or it's just punishment. That
might sound odd from someone with a fetish for authentic discipline, but
if it was just about inflicting and enduring pain, any form of physical
torture would suffice. Spanking is about punishing the genitals without
actually striking the genitals. When I got punished as a adolescent,
you know where I got it. I wasn't spanked there for any sexual intent,
but I made the connection and, OH, the shame! Is it even more sexual for
a female? There is a special humiliation in punishment that targets
your sex, that arouses you sexually, and you now know that as well as
anyone.

I do. It draws me in. The idea that after a proper spanking the entire area surrounding the genitals, low butt, back of the thighs, inner thighs, flanks, is reddened. And with that reddening and the increased blood flow it entails, a woman's prominently displayed sex is engorged and reddened as well... Puffy pussy lips, glistening labia, and engorged clit for all the world to see how much of a slut she truly is!

Did your family appreciate the erotic nature of your
spanking? I think anyone half aware could see that David was applying
the hard palm of his hand to an area reserved exclusively for a
husband's touch. And the sound made on impact... was there at least the
suggestion that you were bare under there? That first one, perfect...
direct center of your low bottom cheeks. Hard! It has to penetrate so
that what lies below will throb to the message. I think I can hear that
SMACK. It is just a little higher in pitch when there is less to absorb
the spank. One might call it juicier. Did your nephews hear the
difference? Could it have given them a sense that Aunt Julie just might
be bare as a baby under her pretty blue dress, that there is almost
nothing to protect her delicate femininity? Then solid swats rang out in
that room announcing to everyone present that a bottom has two rounded
cheeks that need tending. Four is a good number; six belabors the point;
two isn't enough to establish the pattern. The four alternating had you
kicking and squirming, and I hope the sharp sound of brisk hard spanks
on your thinly covered flesh had everyone's butt cheeks clenching.
Finish center low. That's how it's done. Any girl I spank is going to
get it where it does her the most good.

Oh Gush! Where is my David? I need another spanking, like, now!

After your precarious
balancing act over David's knee, when you were finally allowed on solid
ground again, you had a burning bottom to deal with. You promised a
reader you would rub and pout like a meek little girl. That was after
the expected single swat to your fanny, but it turned out you had good
reason to show you'd been tamed. One hand rubbing is only half-assed, so
I'm glad you know that both hands must be working back there to fully
express your discomfort. That was when Nancy protested and stormed out
of the living room. I think she was genuinely embarrassed by the entire
lewd show you and David had put on, and that you fondling your hot sexy
spank spots in front of everyone was the last straw. And it seems you've
found a way to shut your nephews up, or were they just all talked out
after dinner? Was your Mom a little embarrassed too? She didn't do much
but shake her head and try to laugh it off. In any case, you had not
quite learned your lesson. The family watched a young lady taken home
early for another discussion, and one that was not going to be so
limited as the first. Sue made sure of that. You can just consider
yourself very lucky David didn't raise your dress in front of everyone.
You won't forget what easily could have been.

Imagine me held tightly against David's chest as he reached behind me to raise my dress so that all present could "assess the damage". Isn't that what everybody wants to see after a spanking? He would slowly, slowly raise it as I squirmed against him in abject embarrassment. And yes, being taken home early for a further discussion "on my bare butt" was every bit as embarrassing (if not more so!) than my spanks!!!

The most
embarrassing aspect of all this is your hots for Daddy. It's so
thoroughly taboo, and every time you talk about it you should feel like
the naughtiest girl. He saw it all. You blush. You tingle. Now he knows
you get spankings from David. How does that change the dynamic between
you and your father? I mean, what do Daddies think? What SHOULD they
think? What visions do they have of their pretty adult daughters? Would a
Dad picture her naked when she's getting that old-fashioned spanking?
If he does, then he's in for the ride. There is no uninvolved position
for him to take when he imagines you raw nude and squirming yet obedient
over your husband's knee. He cannot at the same time be detached while,
in his mind's eye, he sees your legs kick to open your sex, and the
blood rise blazing on your cheeks to announce you are ready to be taken.
That is what a really good sound spanking is. You are being taken
howling and kicking, nether regions raised, heat-primed for penetration.
It is only natural for a man's penis to harden in anticipation of what
you will do for him and what he will do to you... even if he is your
Daddy.

I cannot imagine it being any other way. It will not change the way I behave towards him, but I feel that it binds me more tightly to my Daddy.

As a former teen boy, and from a more innocent era, I'm
not too worried about your nephews. Even at a young age, I somehow knew
the difference between domestic abuse and women who got their bottoms
spanked like children. It was awhile before the sexuality of it became a
conscious consideration for me but, in the meantime, I could sense the
loving and romantic nature of it. That was how it was portrayed.
Spanking brought man and woman together; it didn't drive them apart.
Your nephews saw a loving couple, and they know you well enough. At some
point many people must learn about consensual adult play that is made
to look like non-consent, and where lines are drawn between fantasy and
reality. I grew up aroused and confused, but at some point the light
bulb came on.

I think there was no other way to interpret it. I wonder if it was discussed at all with the boys by their Mother and Father? I'll bet they were told how inappropriate it was...

The scene on the way home was exciting. I must
admit, I would not have figured you out as easily as I anticipated. You
were good, and you would have at least temporarily planted the seed of
doubt in my head if I was in the position your husband was in. I would
have felt thoroughly irritated that you got me involved in this stunt of
yours, and now acting like it was all my fault that it didn't go as
planned. You were the one who asked Daddy for help and got sentenced to a
spanking. You really couldn't figure a way out of it? In the end,
though, I would expect that if my partner really wanted to go "out of
scene," she would simply go out of scene. Fighting me without explicitly
telling me it's over is probably equivalent to not using a safe word.
Your safe word was the final arbiter that allowed David to forge ahead,
and presumably he shouldn't have had to remind you of it.

Bottom
line, whether you were acting a part or not, you were a total brat,
angered your husband, and it set up your comeuppance beautifully. The
fact that your anger was entirely a pretense makes the offense even more
egregious. Miss Julie, our favorite little manipulator. It is really
all about genuine intent and justifiable consequences. No longer just a
game, David was punishing you. I was eager to see a bad girl get the
bare-bottomed spanking of her life...

I wanted to egg him on in the most egregious manner possible. While he would intellectually know it was part of the scene, I wanted him to emotionally experience me at my absolute worst, and him violently emasculated by me. I wanted to trigger that emotional response that only controlled violence could fully subdue, and that is only allowed against us "annoying females" when permission is granted...

Again, I'll have to continue later. I'll try to get to it soon.

XO

A few more thoughts today as I picture you naked in bed with your hand on your kitty...

A
great spanking has a great set up. When you're being punished there
must be a compelling cause and effect, a crime and a consequence. Drama
is conflict and tension. A conclusion needs a premise. I mentioned it
before that, as a kid, I was mesmerized by Maureen O'Hara getting
spanked by John Wayne in the movie McLintock!, where she had been an
insufferable brat until she was chased through town and, no matter that
she fought tooth and nail, was taken over the knee to be tamed. She
earned her paddled fanny. The next scene suggested they were in bed and
in marital bliss, but to my young mind, she was spanked for being a bad
girl, not to be seduced. Nevertheless, she was... apparently, the way to
a woman's heart is through her bottom.

sometimes...

You brought that quaint,
old but oh-so-powerful scene back to life. It would have been so easy to
go through the motions of an evening with David and lowercase julie.
After a pleasant ride home from Sunday
dinner with the family, you would smile, hold up your plate and let
David dish out each course from the kinky dessert menu planned for your
humiliation. You might even wring some emotion out of it before tea and
bedtime. But that just wasn't gonna cut it. Even after the
tension-filled ride home, you were not about to give an inch. If you
were to be punished, David was going to have to mean it. I said that
friction is the spark that lights the flame. You brought a pack of
matches and a can of gasoline.

It felt exhilarating screaming at him like this. I so rarely get to have a good emotional outburst. No matter he has not earned it. Others have and he'll just have to be their whipping boy.

I was a little
shocked, to be honest. I never imagined you like this. Granted, you were
acting, but to David it had to be an assault. Is this how a respectable
woman and respectful wife talks to her husband? Certainly not if we
apply any traditional value of manners and decorum. It was verbally an
act of violence. David was left with no choice... not if he was wearing
the pants in your house that night. He had to do what a man has to do
when his woman has so clearly crossed the line. Shame on you! It was
time for an old-fashioned intervention, young lady.

Yes it was!

You were not
about to be crawling over his lap like some listless little lamb. You
needed to be "taken in hand" is what we call it. Another scene entirely,
like new age is to speed metal. It's a precise moment in time where a
line is crossed, where you are no longer in the secure grip of Earth's
gravity. Separated from the ground you were standing on, you were
carried weightless to the spanking chair. How did it feel to have your
independence taken physically and forcefully away from you, to be
floating captive over your husband's firm knee?

First I was pinned roughly against the wall and my dress was stripped off me. I did not fight as hard as I wanted to, mindful of not ripping my dress. Once I was naked I was able to unleash my fists against him, and I did not hold back! But I was no match for him. Oh to have that power!

You were still
fighting, your body helpless, but your defiance untamed. This is why
girls need to be spanked. Hard and fast. No nonsense in dealing with
your nonsense. David had to limit your options to behaving or else and
make else unbearable for your bottom. He helped you with the decision to
favor your delicate flesh. Do you find it humbling that defiance was
stripped from you so thoroughly and so easily? One minute you were
throwing a fierce temper tantrum, and the next you are singing the
three-part hymn of a proper devout girl. As he conducted, you begged,
the lead-in to a chorus of promises, the finale a cry to the heavens to
convince him you were sorry. All it took was one good, sound spanking.

I was shocked! It was less than ten smacks of his hard hand to my naked cheeks before I decided that the defiance had run its course and now I needed for the spanking to begin to end! I had genuinely angered him, I supposed. I was not angry at him, though, for giving me what I had so richly asked for.

With
effective discipline, the spanking doesn't stop with apologies. I
assume David took note of your radical transformation of attitude, but
the punishment isn't dictated by your reaction. It's a straightforward
matter, really ...a young wife learning the lesson that her husband is
head of the household. He set your backside on fire and then put you in
the corner. That's a sight I would have enjoyed. A wife standing in
time-out, wet-faced and sniffling, her bottom blazing. Thirty minutes. I
bet you thought very seriously about your behavior.

It certainly did not stop when I wanted it to stop. I wanted it to stop after the first dozen. He wanted it to stop after more like a hundred. I was in real tears, and he did not seem to even give a shit. It seemed forever while across his knee, but afterwards it seemed over so quickly. Like a tornado ripping through Kansas and before I knew it I was on my feet, facing the wall, with my hands on my head.

What was it
like knowing you had to force yourself to continue bratting? The drama
should have been over. You were ready to be a good girl, right? David
could have had you on your knees to worship his cock with your highly
motivated mouth before bending you over for a stiff hard fucking in any
way that pleased him. Isn't that the tried-and-true old-world formula?
Your bottom was already on fire. Another hard no-nonsense spanking on
that agonizingly tender behind would be cruel and unusual. Poor little
subby. Maybe you should have saved your bratting for corner time between
spankings, but then that would have just been a following of the
script. Now you had to obey Tim, your ordeal far from over.

A few more details I skipped over when I told it (as I thought it was getting long enough as it was!). So here I am, "sentenced" to a half an hour of timeout. The next move, according to the script, was up to me to act out again while in the corner. I did not see any way to avoid it, except perhaps doing the full 30 minutes of corner time and not bratting at all. David would likely have slyly figured out that this girl had had her buns sufficiently well abused for one evening! But I did think of Tim, and the cartoon. I gave myself a bit of a break. I stayed there maybe ten minutes. Then I muttered theatrically under my breath "It was supposed to be one swat. How hard is that to get right?" Well that set things into motion again. Another tornado coming my way!

So
you were now submitting to Tim? Really? The things you were about to do
for a man on the Internet. Shame on you, but then that's the point,
isn't it? Shame on Strict Julie. How far she has fallen. Forced to beg
her husband for the next phase of her punishment. Good for you we don't
have a recording of your pitiful performance as you received your second
spanking. What does a wife sound like when she promises to do anything.
Seriously ANYTHING?

We had agreed in advance that the second spanking needed to be equal to the first. And David absolutely made sure that it was. So it was another ridiculous spanking! Only difference this time was indeed my pleading that I would do ANYTHING. When that statement comes from a conveniently naked wife draped across her husband's knee, where you can feel his hard penis as you flop like a mad woman over his lap, it carries with it an unmistakable meaning. ANYTHING does indeed mean ANYTHING!

So you got a mouth fucking. Blow jobs are
not your favorite activity to begin with. As HOH, Strict Julie didn't go
there. David, under your control, wasn't getting it. His job was to
tend to your little girl boner. What is needed desperately for you to
come. Sunday
night was another story. As you were describing every detail of the
experience for your blog, living it again, was it a turn-on or off? You
know your husband enjoyed your warm obedient, wet submissive mouth. How
did it feel to be the good little wife? Are you looking forward to
pleasing him like that again?

Yes. Oh yes!

XO

When it comes to spanking and domestic discipline, I'm annoyingly
verbose. When they say sex is between the ears, this must be what they
mean. There's a universe of meaning to be explored. A vital component is
submission, so the sexual subbing that follows can be an exclamation
point to the scene. For me the cerebral part has mostly been expressed.
Now it's more gratifying to do than to talk about.

I enjoyed your
wifely submissions after your spankings to a much higher degree because
of who you are. To see a female Domme---and for years here you've been
so strong and enthusiastic in that role---and how you set your downfall
up with such fierce aggression directed at your husband---to see you
transformed so thoroughly, was exciting. You were reshaped before our
eyes into a model of docility and obedience. Even in your replies to me,
I appreciate your altered demeanor. Such a well-mannered young lady.
This is a major appeal of spanking discipline -- how it tames the brat,
puts one at peace with their demons until another dose is needed. I
don't know how closely that resembles you, but today YOU resemble IT.

I was tamed, I admit it. I'm not even sure... I might need it more????

After
he made himself rock hard with your mouth, which is the direction it
takes when you've become his submissive object, he bent you over the
spanking chair for a pussy pounding. This was no Strict Julie scene.
More like rag doll julie. I like that you were wet and ready, and that
it hurt so good. You described it nicely.

I am not one for vaginal sex so much, as I cannot orgasm from it alone. Though in the context of this scene, I enjoyed giving up every part of me to my husband however he wanted me.

In the context of your
subjugation, the ass-licking scene was special for you. I know some just
enjoy the kink. Ask my wife, who can be a bit anal-obsessed. It's not
something that inspires me to wax poetic. Let's just say that it put you
firmly in your place. You had to prove your commitment to obedience to
Tim and your acceptance of your husband's rule that night. You might
have resisted the worst of it, but your slavish tongue had to save your
too sore bottom from any more spankings. Is your face warming as you
read this? It should be at least bright pink remembering what you did,
and that it now is a matter of public record.

There is much shame in describing it. All you readers of my blog feel like my family, and now you know I did that. Ewwww! I confess to being a bit half-hearted about it, but, quite literally, when my husband hinted at another spanking for me for my lack of enthousiasm, I absolutely knew that he was serious, and I absolutely did not want another spanking! I changed my tune instantly, and it was just that much more humiliating to be doing it with such immense enthousiasm now. Rather than poking gingerly with my tongue, I made full-tongue swipes at his anus from all angles, and inserted the tip of my tongue as deeply into his bottom hole as anatomically possible, while spreading his cheeks to the max with my hands. I made sure to keep my tongue wet, and to keep it moving.

It was a nice touch
to have you run to fetch the lube for your next punishment. I can just
imagine your legs churning up those stairs, heart beating, breath
catching. The full exposure of your submission here is stunning. You
fear what is in store for your little bum while running to make it
happen. Then having to prepare your own bottom hole with lube, spread
your own cheeks and ask for your impaling like a servant girl in heat.
David should have been pleased to see his woman so firmly under his
thumb.

I can only imagine the sight I offered him! Him grinning at me as I run up the stairs, my hot red bottom wiggling and my bare breasts bouncing, to fetch my all-important anal lubrication! He started with a pretty long and intense finger fucking in my ass. He also slapped my ass as he was doing it. Then came the hard long and wide penis!
You got your ass fucked by your Daddy just like you have
wanted. Well, kinda... David made a good Daddy that night. He punished
you for disrespecting your husband as he helped his little girl take
Daddy's huge cock to the hilt. You were a good girl, and Daddy was proud
of you. Good girls get spoiled, and you had earned the best night of
your life.

I did, I must shamefacedly admit, flash to my father giving me anal... so blushy! I also imagined you all doing me as well...

Monday, February 19

It happened. I received my first public spanking in front of my entire family. And I do not mean just one swat as anticipated in julie to be Publicly Spanked???, I mean a freakin' spanking! And things took a few other unexpected turns along the way as well.

On Sunday at around 5pm we headed over to my parents' house (not far) for family dinner. David said my dress needed to pass muster or he would not swat me. He was afraid of a short skirt that would flip up to reveal my panties. I chose a conservative knee length blue dress that I sometimes wear to work, but that hugs my bottom nicely. Similar to the image below.

Very naughtily, I had on nothing else! Bare legs, no bra, and no panties. He did
not notice any of that 'till much later. What was I thinking being completely
bare under there?

David looked suspiciously at my wiggly bottom, gave it a little slap, and declared it was sufficiently modest, but still sexy as hell. Win! He double-checked that I was still sure I wanted my butt swatted in front of my entire family while bent under his arm. I told him I very much did. I may be crazy, but I crave exciting new experiences. No need to spend a lot of money on "adventure getaways": one little smack at the right place and at the right time will do it – adrenaline rush!

We were the first to arrive and greeted Mom and Dad and made small-talk with them. Then my younger sister, Nancy, her husband, and their three teenaged boys arrived in their typical boyish hurricane. I gave each of the boys a hug and a kiss. And finally Sue waltzes in by herself. We all sat in the living room. Dad served a sparkling pink prosecco and Mom some hors d'oeuvres. Sue and Nancy went to help Mom in the kitchen. I kept a conversation with the boys going, asking about their schoolwork, hobbies, sports and such. The three men were seated together talking about something. Pretty traditional family dinner.

Mom called us all to dinner. The dining room table seats ten just fine, but requiring two on each end. Dinner proceeded as usual. I find the boys tend to get overly silly and boisterous in their conversation among themselves, as if the adults care for most of their loud chatter. I like the boys, but no surprise about their lack of manners at the dinner table as their mother and father have never disciplined them appropriately in my opinion.

In between the courses it's the women who get up to clear and bring out the next course, and the men who sit there drinking (men!). My Mom and I did, however, press the boys into domestic servitude.

After dinner Mom is always the one to say "well, let's go sit more comfortably, shall we?" It's sort of a cliche with her once the meal and desert has run its course. We do some final clearing and all gather back in the living room (heart: POUND POUND POUND). Mom is seated on a big chair and David is standing, leaning against the fireplace mantel having a nice discussion with her. I sidled up to David and started fondling his butt (!).

He gets distracted from his conversation with my Mom and asks me, "what are you doing?" in an annoyed tone of voice.

"What? You have a nice butt. Very swattable," I say.

"Don't..." he warns.

"Don't tell me what to do," I say, acting mini dommie. I get what I can only imagine is a mischievous grin on my face, haul back my hand and SWAT! Hard as I can. Then quickly run away!

Everybody is watching, but hard to notice much more as the world has turned a bit tunnel vision for me.

David whirls around and says, "Julie! What the hell?"

"What? I warned you your butt was swattable!" Such a brat.

He says, "do we need to have a discussion about swatting butts in public?" Oh my! There it is. he said it, that word, discussion.

"no way!" I say with a giggle as I move further away from him and start backing out of the living room.

"Boys!" said David. "Will you please bring your Aunt Julie to me."

The boys are sitting on the two couches that are on the way out of the living room in the direction I was backing away. I whirl around on them, point my finger threateningly and say, "Don't. You. Dare!" This freezes them in their seats. Ha!

However, it appears as though I have been outsmarted. David took the opportunity when I was distracted to take a couple of quick steps across the room and grab me by the upper arm. "No need, boys, I have her," says David unnecessarily.

David slowly but surely pulls me back towards the fireplace. I try to resist a bit, but I just topple over towards him and need to take a couple of steps to regain my balance. As I topple into him the second time he sort of gets behind me and hugs me, then turns around in place and reaches his left arm up and then back down across my back, wrapping his arm all around me, bending me over as I face the fireplace, my big butt facing the room.

His hand is wrapped around me so that he's palm up on my tummy. My low tummy (!) and lifting me a bit. He also somehow has his foot raised and his one knee stuck in there so that I am bent a bit across it. Despite my high heels, I feel that I am on my tiptoes, dangling a bit there. How humiliating. Especially knowing what's coming next.

He holds me there interminably as I "struggle" and kick my feet. He asks me what I can only imagine was a rhetorical question: "what do you think is the proper punishment for a girl who swats her husband's backside in front of the whole family?"

He's waiting, holding me there, expecting an answer.

"A firm talking to?" I suggest.

"I don't think so," says David as he starts rubbing my ass!!! I can't see most of the room as I am dangling there a bit facing the fireplace. I can see my Dad out of the corner of my eye.

I strain my neck to look over at him and say, "Daddy! Help!" I hadn't intended to do that, it just sort of came out. Psychologically speaking, it may be a cry for Daddy to help David spank me, which turns out to be a bit prescient as you shall see. I certainly did not want or expect to be rescued, but as soon as I said it I realize that I might be. Drat!

David picks up on this cry to Daddy and asks, "Sir, may I? Just one good smack?" Oh no. I'm still dangling there, butt out in front of the whole family!

I answer for him: "No smacks! No smacks!" I say, but in a jokey tone also, not a desperate one.

"Don't hold back on my account," says Daddy (traitor!!!), "give her more than one."

What!!!!!! She needs ONE! David and I had agreed on one smack, one smack only!

Remember Red October?

He wouldn't do more! He couldn't!

I felt David's hand lift off my behind and then SMACK. One smack. Directly in the center of my low bottom cheeks. The sexy place.

But wait! Then right after SMACK again! And then SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! Alternating left cheek, right cheek, left cheek, right cheek. I feel myself struggling and kicking.

He pauses. Then hauls me up a bit higher, showing off my spanked butt just that much more prominently in the room. "No! no!" I say, but still with a laugh in my voice. I mean, what else can I do?

And then SMACK! Low center, right across both my cheeks sending a huge jolt into my pussy and bottom hole! Oh dear!

SIX SMACKS!!!! AND THEY WERE FUCKING HARD!!! Remember, I don't have anything on under that dress. No slip, no panties, no pantyhose, no nuthin'! I think you will agree with me. That constitutes a SPANKING! My husband actually spanked me in front of my entire family!

He lifts me back on my feet and sort of plunks me in front of him. He's looking at me with a smirk on his face. I was aware of everyone else's presence, but can't tell you what their expressions were. Remembering my promise in an answer to a comment on the blog, and also finding that it comes very naturally at this point, I reach both hands behind me and rub my burning cheeks. I also pout and say "ouch..." in a small voice.

Suddenly... "Oh get a fucking room!" says my younger sister as she storms out of the living room. Nice of her to stay for the show though. Bitch. What's with her?

Sue gives a single loud laugh at our younger sister's antics: "Ha!"

As this happened I turned my head to look around the room. Everybody is smiling big silly grins on their faces, except my Mom who is shaking her head gently at us and and with the faintest of smiles says softly "what nonsense" to us.

"Looks like you learnt your lesson," says my Daddy to me with a laugh in his voice. I spin around to look mock daggers at him, the real cause of my public spanking, but he also just has a big silly grin on his face. He enjoyed seeing me spanked. You know me and my Daddy issues. That is hawt.

"Are you going to behave yourself now?" asks David of me.

"no" I say, like a child, feeling disagreeable.

"Fine. We'll just have to continue our discussion back home then," he says, adding extra emphasis to the word 'discussion'. Oh fuck blush!

What? How can he take me home immediately after all that having been said!!!! Everyone will know exactly what I am going home to!

I feel myself blushing as I walk towards the coat closet adjacent to and open to the living room. I take my coat out and David helps me on with it and then grabs his own. "Getting me home" has a new and very blushy meaning for me!

"Don't go too hard on her, now," says my creepy brother-in-law. A sexual innuendo if I've ever heard one that I thought quite out of place. I am scandalized.

My nephews are glued to their seats, saying N O T H I N G. They don't know whether to be shocked, laugh, be embarrassed, or smile.

With my coat on I go up to my nephews and again give them each a hug and a kiss. I tell them, "Ignore your Uncle David and me, we're just messing around." The looks on their faces!

"So long as you take good care of her," says my Dad. Hmmm... that could mean a few different things.

"You know I will, Sir, always," says my David.

I say a cordial and curt 'bye' to my brother-in-law from a distance. He returns it with a wink. Creep. I pass by my younger sister on the way out. "Bye," I say with a wave to her. She rolls her eyes, exhales sharply, and shakes her head at me. Geeze.

I stow my heels, we get our boots on, and then beat our retreat and into the car.

Wow... Just... Wow...

So that was it, at least as far as my fevered recollections inform. Let me try, best as I can, to sum that experience up.

Just let me say up front that I think it went off really well. David agrees. Nobody was freaked out and everybody seemed to have a good time with it. Except my younger sister, of course, but I enjoy yanking her chain and she needs it yanked, so that doesn't count. It seemed to seem very natural to everybody that a bratty mischievous wife should get a spanking from her husband in play. And while I feel appropriately shamed and embarrassed, I do not feel at all humiliated. I can stand proud that my man and I have a bit of fun with one another and to hell with what anybody else thinks.

There was much more audience participation than I would have thought, what with my Dad, Mom, Sue, and even my brother-in-law speaking up. The boys no, They acted as I would have predicted. My younger sister acted exactly as David and I had predicted. Mom shook her head – check. Daddy surprised me – it's as if he's pleased and amused to see me spanked! Sue clearly knew we were play acting. She did not seem to mind at all. She seemed happy that I would be spanked properly back home. Bare butt (blush!). She just had to go and put that image in everybody's mind!

What did I think about getting a spanking instead of the agreed upon one swat? I was so embarrassed while it was going on! It seemed to take both forever and no time at all. It seemed like forever just before and during my spanking; but seemed like no time at all afterwards. David read the situation exactly right, and did exactly what I would have wanted him to. I mean, given the way my Dad answered, he could do no less!

I know some of you guys are thinking my husband should have gone further. Maybe lifted up the hem of my dress (not so easy with that dress, but possible). Wouldn't he have been in for a surprise, what me with no panties and all!

I probably should have let him know in advance that I was bare under there, in case he was contemplating it. Or put on full cut panties! But he was very adamant when we discussed it as being over the clothes so it didn't enter my mind. Or maybe it did, and the remote possibility of me being like the girl above, even extremely briefly because David would have been so embarrassed, well it excited me. But I admit, that would have been entirely inappropriate! Even had I had panties, it would not have been appropriate. Heck, many would argue that six smacks on a wife's behind in that position from her husband was not at all appropriate, and I would not put up too much of an argument there. But it was a compromise, and as much as the situation could bear (too much?).

David even later scolded me for not wearing panties. He said that he was contemplating raising my dress and swatting me over my panties as a surprise for me because I had literally asked for that. What would have happened had he done so? Would he have kept me exposed like that, scolding me for not wearing panties as he did later on, and then insist on those same six smacks, but on the bare, pussy and bottom hole prominently displayed as an object lesson in front of the whole family to supposedly grown up wives who "forget" to put on their panties? The thought kind of haunts me in a super sexy and tummy churning way. That will have to stay a fantasy, but it was a close call!

I was truly terrified when David called on the boys to help him. I could imagine them grabbing me and man-handling me over to David. Would they have copped a feel in the process of wrestling me over? Not comfortable with that!!!! But David did not intend them to, it was just a distraction. He knew he could reach me before the seated boys did.

The position David had me in was more bent over and lifted up than we had practiced. So hence more embarrassing for me. His hand pushing into me, lifting me, at my abdomen, just above my pussy, certainly excited me. He pushes on that same spot during oral sex and he knows it drives me wild. He did it on purpose. And then there was the question of my butt facing the room like that. I know my butt can look big, and especially so as my dress accentuates that, so I must have been a sight. The embarrassment of that kind of burns. "Ha Ha Aunty Julie has a BIG BUTT!"

And he just held me there for so long. I struggled a bit to put on a show, not to try to get away, of course. But just dangling there while he and my Daddy discussed my spanking!

And now let's talk more about my Daddy. Daddy seemed to enjoy it terrifically. Daddy is, or at least was, a spanker. I've been spanked by him mildly as a little girl, but he gave it up with the times and as we grew up. But you just know he's not averse to tanning a naughty girl's behind, and this just proves it. I wonder if Mom got a spanking that night???? (Yuck! I mean, Yay! I mean, who wants to think of their Mom and Dad, like, doing it?).

I confess that I pulled Daddy into it by asking for help. But we both knew I was being a naughty girl and victimizing my husband outrageously, and deserved a swat on my rear in retaliation. But that cry for help really setup the need for David to ask my Daddy's permission to swat me. If Daddy had said no, that would have been it. Or he could have told us to "get a room" like my sister did (only nicer). Or he could have just agreed to the one public swat as being a just and proper measure of justice. But NO. He explicitly suggested that one swat would not even cut it, and that only a public spanking would! So as a direct result of my Daddy's intervention, I wound up being held up there interminably, kicking and wriggling like an eel, as David laid on SIX very hard swats flush to my thinly covered backside! He gave me a spanking. An actual spanking. That actually hurt. I still cannot fathom that I got spanked by my husband in front of practically my whole family (Thank God my brother wasn't there – he would have enjoyed it, I'm sure – what red-blooded male would not have?).

Which brings us back to my husband. even based on what Daddy said, it was in his power to let me off completely with the scare, swat me judiciously once, or maybe swat me twice to appease my Dad. But no. He chose to spank me. Publicly spank me without my having given prior consent to this act. The cad. That fucking turned me on, and I felt the squishy wetness between my nether lips as I stood there in front of him afterwards rubbing my buns. Good call. Dangerous! But good.

Afterwards, when he could have just let it ride, Daddy made a joke about
a pillow for me on the way home. That was smart. A joke like that sort
of breaks the tension and was his way of letting us know that all is
cool. David needlessly reminded him that there was more to come for me back home. Daddy responded with what I can only imagine was a multiple entendre. He said "So long as you take good care of
her." One meaning is him encouraging David to spank me good and hard as a way of putting me in my place. Another was to spank me good and hard as
it was clearly what I wanted. Yet another is that David should take
good care of me sexually afterwards. The stronger and primary meaning was that he should be sure to care for me and not cross the line to being abusive with me, which is just soooooooo
sweet!!!! I love having both my husband and my Daddy being so protective
of me. But I truly believe the first meanings were intended as well.

It makes me both embarrassed and excited knowing that my Daddy now knows that I am a spanked wife. How can he not now imagine me naked across my husband's knee, getting my fanny whacked crimson before submitting in other more intimate ways? It's like trying to not imagine a giant pink elephant in the room! And would that imagining turn him on at all? And in his most secret imaginings will he imagine me across his own knee, naked and wriggling as he spanks me, pussy exposed (I can barely write that without my heart exploding), and then having his unholy way with me? Do Daddies even think of their grown daughters like that? If so, I would not expect most fathers to answer that question truthfully (nor should they!). Are there any anonymous Dad's out there who can tell me? No "stepdaughter" crap either. No cop outs. Post a comment as Anonymous. Tell us your deepest darkest secrets about your grown up pretty daughters (note the emphasis there!). You know I won't judge, and I won't even publish any judgy back-comments. Hell, I can admit to having exactly those fantasies about my Dad.

On a similar and somewhat uncomfortable vein, but it must be addressed, let's now turn to the delicate subject of my nephews. What did they witness and what did they make of it? Hard to know. They were grinning a bit. But they were also pretty embarrassed by the whole thing. Poor dears. I tried to reassure them that it was all in fun, but do they imagine that is something an abused wife might say to hide her embarrassment? No, they know me. They know I don't put up with shit. I can only imagine that they thought that if I was being spanked by my husband, it was only because I allowed it. At least I hope that was there impression. I do feel a bit guilty though, participating in projecting a patriarchal wife beating attitude in their formative male years. I think that next time we see them I will have to clear up a few things lest they be confused. Won't that be an embarrassing BDSM Birds 'n Bees talk: "Sometimes, boys, Aunties and Uncles like to spank one another's butts, for sexy fun time..." I do think it's my duty now, though. Sigh. Will have to think more about that approach. I need them not to be concerned that their favourite Aunt is a victim of domestic abuse (at least unwanted domestic abuse, 'cause I would get very consensually abused plenty more before the night was over!)

Ok, enough obsessive analysis of my evening. As a parting thought, though, I will tell you that it was an utterly unforgettable event, and reached a fever pitch of intensity that I have never, ever, experienced before. Just Wow. And I do not regret it in the least, and am even quite proud that I am married to a man, like my David, who knows what a woman sometimes needs and gives it to her regardless of whom is there to see it!

On to the car ride home...

So this I had worked out in advance. The seeds were planted several weeks ago, before any of this even came up. David and I were watching an episode of Mad Men (season 5 episode 2). It's a great show - I had seen it already a while ago, but David had not seen it at all so I was re-watching it with him. Megan, Don's second, much younger wife, threw him a surprise birthday party and Don did not appreciate it. Afterwards she was pissed off with him and let him know it. She also felt he was drifting away from her, so she took matters into her own hands:

Megan: Stop looking at me. You're not allowed to look at me.Don: Then put some clothes on.Megan: I said stop it! You don't deserve it.Don: Come on!

Megan: You don't like presents. You don't like nice things. Besides, you're too old. I don't need an old person. You probably couldn't do it anyway.

Megan: Don't!Don: Get UpMegan: No. I don't want people thinking you're getting this.Don: You want it so badly.

Megan: I don't want it! I don't want you! You don’t get to have this. Go sit over there. All you get to do is watch.

Don forcibly grabs Megan by the hair, bends her back, kisses her hard, and they wind up having sex on the carpet.

So sexy! Of course, around here she would have gotten herself a spanking first, then the sex. But I was thinking about this scene when thinking about how to transition from family dinner to my spanking and sex at home. I wanted to be mean like Megan and force him to do it!

So we get into the car and close the doors. David is expecting that we will talk about the experience, or maybe keep the "butt slapping" roleplay going. Instead...

"What the HELL was that???" I asked him with a raised voice. I was super deadpan serious angry seeming.

"What?" he says, offended, reacting to my tone of voice. "It's what you wanted!" He practically yells at me. Sucker. Hook line and sinker.

"I WANTED one smack to my ass," I yell, "not to be hauled up off my feet and spanked in front of them! What the hell were you thinking???"

"I was going with the flow, you always tell me to. I thought you were liking it. You were acting that way anyways!"

"I was playing along with it, idiot, because it would have been even more fucking embarrassing not to!"

Oh yes, I laid it on THICK! I wanted him to be feeling all the emotions necessary to want to seriously spank his wife and command her complete sexual respect.

There was a chance he would think I was being serious. But he's smart. Much more likely he would suspect I was deliberately bratting, but, and key point, as I was not breaking character, he could not be 100% certain. He would need to take a chance. I wasn't going to give him an inch.

He tried to talk more but I just shut him down with insults and told him to shut up.

We walked into the house under a cloud.

"Do you want your spanking or not?" he asked me angrily. Ha! Weak.

"Don't you dare touch me," I said, "You think I want anything at all to do with you after your performance tonight? You need to have your fucking head examined."

"You have a safeword," he said. "Use it!"

Checkmate. He got me. There's no way around the sanctity of the safeword. I took an aggressive tack: "Fuck your stupid safeword! If you touch me I'll call the cops and charge you with assault!"

That was all he needed to hear. I would never call the cops on him. And he knew I must have loved my spanking-based shaming. Combine that with my refusal to use my safeword. He put two and two together.

Regardless, the insults and disrespect had gotten to him, game or no game, and he came after me. He grabbed me by the back of my neck and pushed me front first into the nearest wall with my face pinned sideways against it. He held me there as he unzipped my dress and started yanking it down.

"Don't you DARE TOUCH ME!" I screamed.

"You're going to get the beating of your life," he told me. Hmmmm! Music to my ears.

The dress came off and as it does he notices I have nothing on underneath.

"What the fuck, julie!" he said. "I might have pulled your dress up during your spanking like you asked me to! What were you thinking?"

"FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!!" so ladylike.

He then literally picked me up and threw me across his shoulder. Oh giddy me. I pounded (pretty hard!) on his back with my fists and kicked my legs. He slapped my ass and I screamed at him angrily and swore (good thing our house is fully detached!)

He carried me over to the living room, and with one hand pulled out the spanking chair. He lifted me off himself, sat, and without my feet even touching the ground I was across his knee. Impressive!

"LET ME UP! YOU FUCKING LOSER!" there I go again.

Then his palm connected with my ass. So fucking hard! I had gotten him worked up for real. The hand spanking that followed was not gentle. He smacked the living bejesus out of my bottom cheeks!!! Without a doubt the hardest, fastest, most intense spanking I had ever experienced, anywhere, implements included. I initially started out by swearing at him, but decided I needed this spanking to stop, like now! So I changed my tune fast, and started begging him instead, and promising to be good, and saying I was sorry! What can I say? Effective behaviour modification for a wife having a temper tantrum!

But he just keeps going and going and I am getting and acting more and more frantic. Finally, after an eternity of having my bottom lit on fire he stops and lifts me up off his lap and onto my feet. I am crying and sniffling. He is still stern. He pushes me over to the corner and tells me to stand there, hands on my head, for the next thirty minutes to contemplate my behaviour. The scene is still playing out, but wildly out of control!

And I knew I wasn't done. My butt was so sore, but it needed to get sorer still. I really didn't want to, but I had no choice in the matter. Remember, I was carrying out Tim's punishment, and I was far from done. I needed to continue my bratting. I illustrated what I said next using Tim's now famous cartoon:

He hauled me out of the corner and right back down across his knee. My bare tits jiggled as they fell on the far side of his knee. He started right in again with my spanking! It was every bit as hard, and every bit as long as the previous spanking!!!! By the end I was just incoherently begging for my spanking to end! I did, though, have the presence of mind to ask for the next phase of my punishment: "Please Sir! Please! I'll do anything. ANYTHING! PLEASE!"

He stops spanking. "Anything?" He asks.

"Yes Sir," I answer. "Anything. Anything you want. I'll be good!"

"Alright then," he says, "let's see what kind of a lesson you've learned in respecting and obeying your husband." He gets me up off his lap and down onto my knees in front of him as he stands there. "Unzip my pants. Remove them," he says.

I do as my lord and master commands, and undress him from the waist down, removing his shoes and socks in the process. He is very hard.

Oh gosh! I put my hands behind my back, I open my mouth into a big round "O" and take his hard member deep into me. I go until I feel like it is choking me, pull out and then go back in again. The saliva is building in my mouth and I start using it to suck and slurp on his cock. He grabs me behind my head, holds me still, and then starts fucking my mouth! I have to just hold still with my mouth continuing to hold a fixed wide "O" as he moves himself in and out, harder, faster, and deeper.

"Do you like my cock in your mouth?" He asks as he momentarily pulls out.

"YES SIR! I love your cock in my mouth, Sir!"

"Good," he says, as he settles back in for another round of skull fucking me!

He finally stops and pulls out of me. I stay in position, out of breath, saliva dripping from my mouth, my jaw sore from holding my mouth rigidly open in the "O" shape for my mouth fucking.

He goes to his discarded pants pocket and pulls out two condom packs and hands them to me. "Put these both on me. I don't want to blow my load in your cunt while I'm pounding you."

His words excite me. Oh God my ass is so sore! I open each condom package in turn and slide them onto him one at a time. He lifts me by my hair (! Mad Men !) and roughly bends me over the spanking chair. I am sideways to it with my elbows down on the seat and my legs straight. He kicks my legs apart to spread them. He does something behind me (taking his shirt off). He walks back to me in between my legs. He spreads me a bit wider. He puts the tip of his cock at the entrance to my pussy. I am wet for him already. He pushes into me and I moan. He grabs my hips and starts pounding my cunt, good and hard! Like any good pussy pounding, it feels amazing and it hurts and it's exhausting all at the same time! His cock is hitting me nicely in there. Too soon it is over and he pulls out.

He removes his condoms and throws them on the carpet (my carpet! bad time to say anything...). "Let's see how obedient you are." He says. He makes me kneel beside the chair. He gets in there where I was and bends over. "Grab my ass cheeks, pull them apart, and lick my asshole," he says.

Oh nuts. I've never done this before. My rational mind says I've had him do this to me countless times. Well, just bite the bullet. I part his cheeks exposing his asshole. I put my face in there, stick out my tongue, and start licking his anus. Oh Gross! How can I describe it? It's like, pungent? Astringent maybe? But as I keep licking the more unpleasant taste goes away. How demeaning!

"Side to side," he says, "then up and down, and around and around." He has deliberately taken a page from my book. That is how I usually command him when I make him do it. I know what is coming. "Now spread me wide, stick it in. Nice and deep. Now wiggle it around in there. In and out. Come on, show some enthousiasm or it's back across my knee." I redouble my efforts and let my tongue go wild back there. In for a penny in for a pound! I push my tongue deep up his butt. I feel the muscles of my tongue straining to push it in as deep as I possibly can. This wife is NOT interested in another spanking right now!

He stands up and turns to face me. "What a good little ass licker you are," he says to me. His cock is rock hard, seemingly agreeing with his words.

"Run upstairs. Don't walk, run. Bring down the lube. Go!"

Oh Shit. I knew it was coming. My ass fucking! I run upstairs. How demeaning to have to run fetch your very own lubrication for your very own ass fucking? I also grab a towel from the bathroom. Mu carpet!

I come down and give him both.

"Are you FUCKING nagging me about the carpet, woman?" He asks me.

Oh Shit! Am I going to get another spanking???

"No Sir! No Sir! I thought you would want it Sir!"

He tells me to lay it out on the carpet and to kneel on it. He tells me to lube his cock. I do a thorough job. He then tells me to lube my own asshole. You know how embarrassing it is to have to lube your own asshole for a fucking? A night of humiliations for me. Thanks TIM!

He makes me get down on my knees and elbows and raise my ass up. He fingers my asshole, shoving his digit up in there. He pulls it out and spanks my sore ass a few times. Then he shoves his finger back into me and gives me a finger fucking. He pulls out and smacks me some more. Ouch. Then it's two of his fingers into me, and I get finger fucked in the ass like that.

Once he has deemed me sufficiently loose for him, he kneels behind me on one knee and brings the tip of his rock hard penis to the entrance of my back passage. "Reach behind and spread your cheeks," he tells me. Oh Groan. My head is on the ground as I reach behind myself and spread wide for him. "Beg me for your ass fucking," he tells me. Humiliating.

He starts pushing into me. Fuck it's big! He gets the tip in and I am grimacing in pain. "Owwww! Ouchy!" I say. He pauses there. "Relax," he says. I try to. It helps if you pretend to go to the bathroom. I do that and it relaxes a bit. "How are you doing?" he asks. "Good Sir," I say. "That's good, 'cause your Daddy told me to take good care of you and I intend to." Oh My Gosh! Don't talk about my Daddy when your cock is halfway into my ass!!!! Actually, on seconds thoughts, do! My mind flashes to it being my Daddy behind me with his cock in my ass. Oh yes, please! I vocalize, "please, please fuck your little girl in her ass..."

David plays along (he knows all about my secret hidden Daddy fantasies), "you've been a very naughty little girl, julie, disrespecting your husband in public. This is what naughty little girls deserve," and with that he pushes his cock deeper into me. "Arghhh!" It's so big. It's splitting me. "Breathe!" he tells me. I do, I breathe and I push back on him and make to go like I'm in the bathroom and it slides in deeper. Oh fuck! "Breathe!" he orders me again. I start breathing faster through my mouth. It's getting easier to take. He pushed into me some more and gives a satisfied sound as he drives it in to the hilt. His cock is buried Balls Deep into my asshole! I wiggle around on it, trying to get as comfortable as I can with the massive intrusion.

He holds me by the hips and slides out a bit and then back in. He is keeping it Balls Deep. Now he starts with a rhythm. Each time he pulls out a bit farther and then pushes back in to the hilt. "Oh Oh Oh Oh" I am saying as he thrusts. It IS painful, no doubt, but not unbearable. I think about my blog, and about my men on the blog who I play with, and am imagining it is each of them in my husband's place, fucking Strict Julie's ass Balls Deep.

I can feel David's intensity rise as he violently slams his cock into my ass and cums into me as deeply as he possibly can. FUCK!

He pulls out. "Stay there," he says. He goes off to the kitchen and I hear the water on. He comes back out with a washcloth and cleans off his no doubt shitty (blush!) wife (I did prepare!). He lies down next to me and gathers me into his arms.

"Red!" I say, exhausted.

He laughs at me. "Finally!" he says. "You were messing with me before, right?"

"Of course I was, silly. You know what I needed."

We turn towards each other and kiss deeply. His tongue in my mouth excites me. Reminds me of other places it can go...

"Lick me?" I ask him. I am feeling very horny!

"yes," he says.

I push him onto his back and I mount his face, facing down his body. His tongue immediately starts lapping at my pussy. Oh that's so nice! He sucks on my lips, nips me, shoves his tongue all around and into my vag, and circles up to my clit. I am ready! It does not take long. Talk about a Speedy Gonzalez! I rise to a peak and cum very, very quickly by my own standards.

He moves his licking away from my clit and nibbles on my labia as I recover. This girl's not done yet! When I start grinding into him some more he knows to intensify, and starts licking all around my vaginal opening and then makes it back to my clit. Maybe a couple of minutes max later I cum a second time.

I lift off slightly and he backs off. I hold myself just so far away that only the longest flicks of his tongue can reach me. Then I fall back down onto him, crushing his face and grinding into him as he intensifies his licking. Another minute or two and I cum again, riding these waves after waves of pleasure. Three is usually my limit, but not today! I keep at it. Before we are done, I have two more under my belt. Today it is is record-setting five in a row. Just a fucking constant wave of pleasure!

I move to get up, but he holds me there. "Wait, he says." No. Not six! But he parts my ass cheeks and he starts licking at my bumhole. I can suddenly feel that I am wet back there. His sperm must be dribbling out of me. Oh dear! He licks and laps at his own sperm, and cleans me out with his tongue. Oh my! I lick my fingers and drop them to my clit. I touch in an exploratory sort of way. His tongue in my asshole, sucking his own hot wet cum out of it, my fingers flicking my clit and rubbing. Oh yes! Six is in sight! He licks and tongue fucks furiously at my asshole as I flick my clit leading to, yes, a personal best and Olympic record SIX in a row!

Hmmm... just realized, SIX public smacks, SIX orgasms, hmmmm, coincidence?
So fucking hot. BEST night of my life!